Gotham Events Center, Tuesday evening
It was the next-to-the-last night of the competition-- the main runway judging portion, and Dinah was feeling fairly discouraged that she hadn't caught or discovered the saboteur yet. A meta, probably female, interested in hurting the models but not wrecking the competition, with knowledge of explosives... it just wasn't enough. Barbara had eliminated several people around the competition, but the suspect pool was still way too large.
So she was trying to be happy that she'd got to keep the boots while she waited her turn in the make-up chair.
Eva had been the biggest pain in the ass of all the other models this week; Lena and Svetlana were bitchy, but Eva had been whiny, pouty, and tantrum-throwing since last weekend. Dinah had made a point of avoiding her.
"Dinahhhh. Break a leg," Eva said in her trademark Lithuanian accent. And she was smiling.
Dinah stared at her, paranoid. Had her lipstick smeared into something Joker-ish? "...uh, thanks?"
"You're welcome, dahling," she said, taking her place next to the entry staircase. Smiling sweetly.
Maybe Eva was high?
She didn't usually use her powers to check legal altitude, but Dinah discreetly brushed her arm against Eva's, just to check if the other girl was about to fall off the catwalk, and--
No one has guessed yet! This is so awesome! The plan worked! I'm Eva! I'll be Eva for always!
Ohshit.
Dinah gave Eva-- Not-Eva-- a perky smile back, and backed away slowly. Then got out her phone while the stylists attacked her to get her ready, and whispered, "Helena? Found her."
[for the Huntress and the Stats Guy]
So she was trying to be happy that she'd got to keep the boots while she waited her turn in the make-up chair.
Eva had been the biggest pain in the ass of all the other models this week; Lena and Svetlana were bitchy, but Eva had been whiny, pouty, and tantrum-throwing since last weekend. Dinah had made a point of avoiding her.
"Dinahhhh. Break a leg," Eva said in her trademark Lithuanian accent. And she was smiling.
Dinah stared at her, paranoid. Had her lipstick smeared into something Joker-ish? "...uh, thanks?"
"You're welcome, dahling," she said, taking her place next to the entry staircase. Smiling sweetly.
Maybe Eva was high?
She didn't usually use her powers to check legal altitude, but Dinah discreetly brushed her arm against Eva's, just to check if the other girl was about to fall off the catwalk, and--
No one has guessed yet! This is so awesome! The plan worked! I'm Eva! I'll be Eva for always!
Ohshit.
Dinah gave Eva-- Not-Eva-- a perky smile back, and backed away slowly. Then got out her phone while the stylists attacked her to get her ready, and whispered, "Helena? Found her."
[for the Huntress and the Stats Guy]